Forever... 1 A Jayy Von Monroe Fanfic

Jayy Von Monroe, screamer for Blood o the Dance Floor, downed another shot, watching the people on the dance floor grinding and moving along to the music.

He turned as he heard someone sit behind him, and felt his stomach drop. Sitting on the barstool was probably the sexiest man he'd ever seen. He had shoulder-length white hair that hung to his shoulders. Over-top a black fishnet top he had on a skin-tight, obviously meant for a woman, hot pink shirt with a slightly sparkly, rainbow-maned unicorn. He also wore hot pink, very shredded skinny jeans with a thick black bullet belt with knee high black stiletto boots. He wore hot pink and black smokey-eyed make-up with thick eyeliner and was practically covered with glitter. Amazingly, he could pull it all off perfectly.

The guy turned to look at Jayy and he saw a pair of snake-bites and a bridge piercing. He had double gauges in his ears and six cartilage piercings going up each ear. The guy smiled, "Hi there." he said, his voice sort of like a purr and had some sort of accent that was like a mix between British and Japanese.

Jayy simple stared at him, blushing. When he kept the silence, the guy smirked and leaned forward, whispering in Jayy's ear, "My name's Drew." he purred slightly, "And I love to play Cheshire Cat." he then hopped off his bar stool and disappeared into the crowd.

Seeming to be in a daze, Jayy followed, trying desperately to find him.

"You're horrible at this game."

He jumped and turned around as there was another whisper in his ear, but Drew was gone yet again. He cursed under his breath and continued his search. Then, the hot pink clad boy appeared from the crowd right in front of him.

"Found you." Jayy said with a smile. As his eyes met Drew's golden-brown ones, he felt as if everything around him slowed down.

Drew stepped forward and dragged a finger down Jayy's chest, looking up at him, "I let myself be found sexy." he said in his purr of a voice. He then stepped back and disappeared again. Jayy searched and found himself in a small hallway. He groaned, not seeing Drew anywhere, and rubbed his face with his hands.

"God, what the fuck is wrong with me?" he asked allowed as Drew popped up behind him, somehow moving soundlessly with his heels on, "I can't get him our of my head. I never try this hard for someone. It's like... I fell in love with him..." he sighed again and as he turned he saw a flash of hot pink disappearing behind a door that led to the alleyway.

He followed and saw Drew with a cigarette between his lip. He took a long drag then closed his eyes and exhaled the smoke slowly. In the dim alley's lighting Jayy could just make out the tears that fell down Drew's cheeks.

"Drew?" he asked unsteadily.

The boy opened his eyes, their golden surfaces shining with tears, "Yes?" he asked, taking another drag.

Jayy hesitated then walked up to him, "Why are you crying?" he asked.

"I heard what you said." he said dully, his purr gone, then laughed unhumorously, "I'm a fucking male stripper, a man whore, and I've been raped by a client. I don't deserve your love." he took another drag, more tears falling, then choked out, "I'm fucking pathetic."

Jayy stared at him in shock. He had seemed so confident and unable to be hurt.. But Jayy guessed that it was just an act of flirtation. He also felt a stab of anger. Someone had forced Drew into sex.. That was just disgusting. "Whoever it is I'll track them down and shove a knife up their dick for tainting something so perfect."

Drew looked up at Jayy, looking shocked. "Why would you do that for me?" he asked, dropping his cigarette to the ground.

"I told you," Jayy said gently, placing a hand on Drew's cheek, "I'm falling in love with you. Even though I just met you."

Drew continued to stare, and Jayy slowly bent forward and pressed his lips against his.